The top college mentioned above played again three days later. Their opener had received a call to training camp for the state team so he wasn’t playing. This wasn’t public information. Eric’s friend grumbled about being the replacement, noting that their opponents had the best pacers in the university. “They’re going to murder me,” he said. Eric quietly went back to the same shop. He betted against the heavyweight team, knowing they were without a key player, and made a neat collection. Twice lucky, the shopkeeper commented, eyebrows raised. Eric said nothing, and bought his teammate a bottle of his favourite whisky to soothe the pain of the loss. The third time he went back in, the shopkeeper shared a smoke with him. “You hid it well last time, kid,” he told Eric between drags. “I know how you won, it’s nothing new. Many of these players try to have their friends come in and bet for them. But it’s so obvious, so we don’t take them”. They came to an arrangement naturally.